Austin crouched in the grass, every pawstep lighter than a bird's feather hitting the ground. His eyes were focused on a vole. Stupid vole, he chuckled in his mind. It doesn't even know its about to be eaten.
Pouncing, he hissed in the air, and sunk his claws deep into the neck of the small animal. His stomach growled with hunger, begging to have the vole. But the elders and kits needed to eat first.
Picking it up, his mouth flooded with water at the scent of fresh-kill. He was on his way back when he saw Midnight carrying a fat mouse. "That's a scrawny thing anda got there," she muffled.
Austin...
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